Sometimes life gets messy and that gets me down.
All the time there's nothing to guide you, no one to lead you around.
That's just the world for everyone, you know.
That's just the world.
And though you live another day the cycle spins along it's way forever.
Outside people are talking or they're gawking wrecks. Our lives never are prefect but were you expecting less?
That's just the world for everyone, you know.
And though you live another day the cycle spins along it's way.
The sharks and horseshoe crabs decay.
The flotsam washes to the bay
to cycle back another day.
Forever.